I can see clearly now, the snow is gone...

So having another Late Start day yesterday was a tad more than a little crazy. Along with the instanity that a change in schedule can inspire in students, I was also bombarded with a new job detail: crap for the Learn and Serve Grant, that I didn't know I needed to do, but is due next week. It's this huge financial summary of what service learning projects our school has been involved in, which translates to what we're doing with their money and if it was worth it to the grant people. Needless to say, very painful for my brain. I spent most of yesterday, bouncing between the business office (they have all the money info and stats of the school) and the 6th grade room, where I was typing up the report (one of a select few rooms that actually has a computer that can print). Aside from the 20 or so pages I copied off of pictures and examples of our service projects, I typed up a 5 page report. Fun. Yeah, not so much. Good thing I can B.S. my way through just about anything, in writing. I didn't know what the crap I was doing, but I think it turned out looking like I did, if I do say so myself. And did I mention that my principal should have told me MONTHS AGO that I needed to do this? Not a big surprise, right? I didn't think so either. But it still aggravates the peewadden(sp?) out of me. Grrrr...I was so glad when yesterday was over.

Today was much better. I turned in the report to the lady in the business office and I pray to God that it's approved and I don't have to fix anything else. I really don't want to see it ever again. Work in general was back to normal today. I tested my Resource kids (as always on Thursdays), and one kid got 100%. That's something, considering I've only seen them twice this week. The 3rd grade was normal--or as normal as 3rd grade gets. They wrote stories about their own imaginary dinosaur, and they got to share them with the class. That was pretty entertaining. My favorite was the Pugosaurus, from the girl that's absolutely obsessed with pug dogs. The drawing was the icing on the cake.

Well, I'm pretty congested and want to go to bed early tonight. Gotta have the energy to face thirty 11 year olds tomorrow. Nighty night.

P.S. Mason can say "puppy" and "kitty" now. But "puppy" comes out like "bubby" and let's just say "kitty" sounds more like a girl body part. Oh well. It's cute since it's little, right?